That blush is very attractive. Sam doesn't miss it, and he grins, that warm, open grin that lights his whole face. (Surely not the smile of someone who's killed, right? Right.) The smile falters, falls, for just a moment before it's back in place, just as warm as ever. "Wow, photography. That's really cool."

A photographer. Not the best relationship for him to be cultivating. Of course he's known - but to be known to someone who has an eye for detail, to be known to someone who remembers things - it's maybe not a good idea.

"You're in the best place in the world for it, in my opinion. Must've had an easy time finding a great picture for your finals here."